My Prayer
Charlie Earl
Twas the
night before Christmas
And I sat in
my comfortable den
Reading and
writing new columns
For
publishing I knew not when.
Suddenly I
heard a whisper…
A sound both
eerie and surreal..
There
appeared before me an image
Of very limited
appeal..
It was a
vision of Obama
Wearing a
suit and horns of red
He looked so
ominous and scary
My heart was
filled with dread
“Uh..Charlie,”
he stammered,
“Do not
fear. I bring you somethin’ fine.”
I…uh…grant
your greatest wish,
And
tonight…uh…uh…I resign.”
My attention
was instantly focused.
My dream and
hope was now true.
Obama had
finally done somethin’ good
By doing
what he should do.
But alas, I
awoke from my little snooze.
There was no
Obama in my den
There was no
great news
There was no
goodwill for men.
I was
crushed as I resumed working
Writing with
dismay and despair
As my coffee
pot was dutifully perking
Mocking me
as it bubbled there.
But I
remembered the real reason
For
celebrating the joy of this time.
It is the
birth of the one true King
And the gift
of grace that’s so fine.
I fell to my
knees in gratitude
For His
mercy and sacrifice.
And I prayed
with a burning passion
That my obedience
would suffice.
“You given
me so much more, Lord,
And I am
truly unworthy and unfit,
But could
you grant me one last prayer
And convince
Obama to quit?
It’s all I
ask from you this day
We celebrate
your amazing birth
Put that
socialist in retirement
And save
your wonderful earth.
I know, dear
Lord, it’s a goofy request
But you can
make the blind to see,
This could
be another miracle, too,
To return
our land toward liberty.”
His answer
surprised me and filled me with awe.
“You don’t
need a miracle to take Freedom’s leap.
I gave it to
you when you were born,
And it is
forever yours to hold and to keep.”
Then I
remembered that old gospel song
About freedom
is knowing the life-filled way
by holding His hand each step of the path
And never surrendering our liberty away.
Charlie Earl
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